Single bed sprawlings
The single person who first designed single beds
was dreamy hoping about sharing one,
but never actually had:
“Spacious for one, cosy for two - lovers’ legs
woven at ankles, the side of your thigh,
bodies warmed through winter.”
Instead it's three am and my limbs are sprawled, sweaty,
shoulder cramped ear on elbow and
I'm awake again,
writing poems on the air with my breath, this time,
knowing this sprained overheated forever
is sticky and sweet as honey between our arms, and chest, and legs.
The single person who first designed single beds
was dreamy hoping about sharing one,
but never actually had:
“Spacious for one, cosy for two - lovers’ legs
woven at ankles, the side of your thigh,
bodies warmed through winter.”
Instead it's three am and my limbs are sprawled, sweaty,
shoulder cramped ear on elbow and
I'm awake again,
writing poems on the air with my breath, this time,
knowing this sprained overheated forever
is sticky and sweet as honey between our arms, and chest, and legs.